Things to think about and puzzle over
Tuesday 17 December 2013
Wednesday 11 December 2013
Invitation to contemplate: The 12 Pains of Christmas
Invitation to contemplate: The 12 Pains of Christmas: Don't succumb to the 12 pains of Christmas. Instead enjoy a festive treasure hunt based on the carol "The 12 Days of Christmas&...
Tuesday 10 December 2013
The 12 Pains of Christmas
Don't succumb to the 12 pains of Christmas.
Instead enjoy a festive treasure hunt based on the carol "The 12 Days of Christmas" at the National Portrait Gallery.
The 12 Days of Christmas Treasure Hunt
You will not have to strain your singing voices, just your "little grey cells" as you try to work out the answers to the song sheet of clues.
This treasure hunt takes place at the National Portrait Gallery in London on Saturday 14th December 2013, starting at 2pm. Teams of up to 5 people will be formed on the day, or bring your own team. Results will be announced after the hunt in a nearby pub and prizes awarded to the winning team.
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Thursday 10 October 2013
Haute Cuisine
Haute Cuisine is a film starring Catherine Frot as Hortense Laborie, a self taught chef who is invited to cook personally for the French President.
Based on the real-life chef Danièle Mazet-Delpeuch, who worked for François Mitterand, this movie concerns Madame Laborie’s attempts to make the presidential table less fussy. In this quest she comes up against the chauvinistic head chef (in charge of larger banquets) and his all-male staff. Luckily she has Arthur Dupont playing a hunky young chef to assist her.
View the trailer for Haute Cuisine
Not only are there Too Many Cooks in the world of Hortense Laborie, There are too many in the world of the fictitious British Good Food Awards too.
Too Many Cooks is an 8 Player murder mystery game from ITM Games.
Who could have done it?
And what of the other suspects?
Peter Savoury enjoys fast cars and living dangerously. Did Peter do something too dangerous? Everyone knows Bill Wordsworth bakes exceedingly good cakes, and is an excellent employer who looks after his staff well.....but did he take care of Veronica? Rudi Emmental is a reclusive Swiss cheese maker. He rarely leaves his hideaway in rural Devon. Did he have an ulterior motive for coming here?
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Thursday 12 September 2013
Too many cooks?
Brompton Cookery School
Someone who never has too many cooks in his kitchen is Marcus Bean. He tells the Shropshire Star that he loves meeting all the people who attend his cookery school.
The courses offered by the Brompton Cookery School range from basic to advanced and attract all ages and abilities with a diversity of talents, skills and interests. The school will shortly play host to a charity event where home bakers from all over Shropshire can take part. The Great Shropshire Bake Off aims to raise money for the Shropshire Rural Community Council’s Carers Appeal.
Too Many Cooks - Murder Mystery
A lot less supportive group of cooks can be found in the murder mystery Too Many Cooks. This 8 Player game takes place at the fictitious British Good Food Awards
Who could have done it?
And what of the other suspects?
Peter Savoury enjoys fast cars and living dangerously. Did Peter do something too dangerous? Everyone knows Bill Wordsworth bakes exceedingly good cakes, and is an excellent employer who looks after his staff well.....but did he take care of Veronica? Rudi Emmental is a reclusive Swiss cheese maker. He rarely leaves his hideaway in rural Devon. Did he have an ulterior motive for coming here?
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Saturday 17 August 2013
Invitation to contemplate: Looking for something to do this weekend?
Invitation to contemplate: Looking for something to do this weekend?: How about seeing some Street Art in Brixton? photo by Juliamaud Treasure Hunts In London organise Street Art Treasure Hunts in Bri...
Answer to the quick quiz
The answer to the question posed in the previous blog"Where would you find this strange creature?" ........
This strange creature, captioned “By Our Own Hand We Live”, can be found at House Of Bottles off-licence on Coldharbour Lane. It is by the artist Morganico .
Want to see more Street Art in Brixton?
Join the Street Art Treasure Hunt by Treasure Hunt In London. Details at http://www.treasure-hunts-in-london.co.uk
If you are quick, you can make today's hunt starting at Brixton Underground Station at 2pm. Tickets £10 each.
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| “By Our Own Hand We Live” photo by Juliamaud |
This strange creature, captioned “By Our Own Hand We Live”, can be found at House Of Bottles off-licence on Coldharbour Lane. It is by the artist Morganico .
Want to see more Street Art in Brixton?
Join the Street Art Treasure Hunt by Treasure Hunt In London. Details at http://www.treasure-hunts-in-london.co.uk
If you are quick, you can make today's hunt starting at Brixton Underground Station at 2pm. Tickets £10 each.
Friday 16 August 2013
Looking for something to do this weekend?
How about seeing some Street Art in Brixton?
Treasure Hunts In London organise Street Art Treasure Hunts in Brixton.
Their next one is being held on Saturday 17th August.
It will involve solving cryptic clues and completing challenges around Brixton as you explore some of the street art found in the area.
Tickets for the Street Art Treasure Hunts in Brixton on 17th August are available from http://treasure-hunts-in-brixton-august-2013-eorg.eventbrite.co.uk/
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Their next one is being held on Saturday 17th August.
It will involve solving cryptic clues and completing challenges around Brixton as you explore some of the street art found in the area.
Quick Quiz
Where would you find this strange creature?Tickets for the Street Art Treasure Hunts in Brixton on 17th August are available from http://treasure-hunts-in-brixton-august-2013-eorg.eventbrite.co.uk/
Sunday 11 August 2013
A BIG Weekend
So the Chingford Big Weekender is on this week.
Yesterday thousands packed Ridgeway park to see Billy Ocean, Odyssey and Junior.
A fun filled afternoon, with many bringing picnics and settling on the grass to watch the show which included local acts Cerebro, Katie Louise, Martyna Baker, Jodi-Ann, Christian and Camara.
Today the park is the location for family fun day activities. In addition to the usual Fun Fair, look out for
- London Fire Brigade Engine
- Archery
- Human Table Football
- Bungee Run
- Kids Play Zone
- 6 Bed Trampoline
- Crazy Golf
- Bouncy Castles
- Inflatable Sports Arena
Next weekend, why not try a treasure hunt?
Treasure Hunts in London are running "Street Art Treasure Hunt". Starting at 2pm on Saturday, 17 August 2013, the treasure hunt takes place in Brixton.
Tickets available from http://treasure-hunts-in-brixton-august-2013-eorg.eventbrite.co.uk/
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© Billy Ocean in Chingford by Juliamaud
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© Junior in Chingford by Juliamaud
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A fun filled afternoon, with many bringing picnics and settling on the grass to watch the show which included local acts Cerebro, Katie Louise, Martyna Baker, Jodi-Ann, Christian and Camara.
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© Camara in Chingford by Juliamaud
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Today the park is the location for family fun day activities. In addition to the usual Fun Fair, look out for
- London Fire Brigade Engine
- Archery
- Human Table Football
- Bungee Run
- Kids Play Zone
- 6 Bed Trampoline
- Crazy Golf
- Bouncy Castles
- Inflatable Sports Arena
Next weekend, why not try a treasure hunt?
Treasure Hunts in London are running "Street Art Treasure Hunt". Starting at 2pm on Saturday, 17 August 2013, the treasure hunt takes place in Brixton.
Tickets available from http://treasure-hunts-in-brixton-august-2013-eorg.eventbrite.co.uk/
Wednesday 3 July 2013
Mega Weekend
Don't know what it is about 13th and 14th July but this appears to be
MEGA WEEKEND!
Victorian Mayhem
On Sunday 14th July there is "Victorian Mayhem" at the Markfield Beam Engine and Museum at Markfield Road SouthTottenham London N15 4RB. The event marks the 125th Anniversary of the commissioning of the Beam Engine. The day includes an eclectic mix of Steampunk and Victoriana
“It’s a knockout” event on Sunday14th July
West Suffolk Hospital in partnership with Bury Round Table will be hosting the annual “It’s a knockout” event on 14th July from 12 noon till 4pm on Hardwick Heath. Not just an excellent family day out. All money raised on the day will go towards purchasing a TRUS Biopsy & Probe which will enable earlier diagnosis of prostate cancer, therefore ensuring that less people die from the disease.
Urban Food Fest
On Saturday 13th July the Urban Food Fest opens at 168 Shoreditch High Street.
Running from 5:00 pm to 12:00 pm; Urban Food Fest is billed as "London's most exciting and tastiest street food extravaganza"
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Sunday 28 April 2013
An everyday hero in modern age armour
Just came across this poem by Jenny Holmes
Everyday Love
Let him sleep now.
Children, creep quietly upstairs.
I'll tell him goodnight from you later.
This morning he left for combat,
Not on some mane tossing stallion
Just the bus and the tube train.
We welcomed him home, battle weary
Restored him with family laughter
Our semi sham-turreted castle
Offering sanctuary.
This evening he slew, single handed,
With a stroke from his firm's printed ballpoint,
Those twin headed dragons that threatened
Electricity bill and the mortgage.
Now he rests, with the world's visor lifted.
Let me reach out to touch you
My everyday hero.
I have pressed your executive shirt,
And the crease in your trousers,
This modern age armour.
Tomorrow it's on with Life's tournament.
Come to bed love,
Together we'll pull up our drawbridge.
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Tuesday 16 April 2013
Wednesday 27 March 2013
Not the Easter Bunny Mystery - Run Rabbit Run
Run Rabbit Run
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Sunday 3 February 2013
Saturday 26 January 2013
Tuesday 22 January 2013
Just a Staffy Cross
Don't know who wrote this poem but it is so sad.....
Just a Staffy Cross
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| Staffordshire Bull Terrier http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:StaffBT.jpg |
Today is just another day – to me they’re all the same
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I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the “Staffy” shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there’s thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you’ll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was “just a Staffy”, my father – well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of “moving on” unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I’d make you look more tough
But you’ll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise
You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see
You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I’m no longer worth a dime
The retail on an adult staff – not worth the waste of time.
So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, “Where is that Staffy now?”
The “Staffy” has another name; he’s become a “stray” somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away
The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.
It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you
You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim
The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup
As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh
I’m sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I’m bad
No more growling belly from the meals I never had
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl thats dry
No more complaining neighbours about the noise when I cry
No more hearing ‘shut up’, ‘get down’ ‘get out of here’
No more feeling disliked only peace is in the air
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see
Why I was ever born, if I weren’t meant to be
My last day of living was the best I ever had
Someone held me very close, I could see she was so sad
I kissed the lady’s face and she hugged me as she cried
I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and…..
died.
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I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the “Staffy” shame.
The shame is in our numbers, there’s thousands with no home.
Thousands just like me you’ll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was “just a Staffy”, my father – well who knows?
Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.
And then begins the process, of money-making deals
A life of “moving on” unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?
If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours
But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I’d make you look more tough
But you’ll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.
If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise
You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.
I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see
You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I’m no longer worth a dime
The retail on an adult staff – not worth the waste of time.
So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?
Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, “Where is that Staffy now?”
The “Staffy” has another name; he’s become a “stray” somehow.
Me, I was put into a car and driven far away
The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.
It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you
You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.
Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.
Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim
The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up
If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup
As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh
I’m sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.
No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I’m bad
No more growling belly from the meals I never had
No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl thats dry
No more complaining neighbours about the noise when I cry
No more hearing ‘shut up’, ‘get down’ ‘get out of here’
No more feeling disliked only peace is in the air
Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see
Why I was ever born, if I weren’t meant to be
My last day of living was the best I ever had
Someone held me very close, I could see she was so sad
I kissed the lady’s face and she hugged me as she cried
I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and…..
died.
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